hiii ik i only have 200 followers so probably most people dgaf, but im so sorry ab my lack of activity!! i was really hoping to get smth out by the end of april, but life has gotten so busy n im struggling mntally and physically w my health </3333 gnna do my best to get at least one thing done this month, but pls bare w me in the meantime !!! :(((( lov u all psa overrr
life with your sweet angel of a boyfriend, absolute purrfection.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: pumabf!riki x reader
smut, established relationship, domestic fluff, protective!ki, jealousy, cuddling, lots of kissing, oral (f.+ m. receiving), he purrs, sub!reader, bratty!reader, biting (he does it with love), little bit of blood mentioned, morning sex, swearing, teasing, not proofread lolz (3.9k words)
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ promises he doesn't mean to but is insanely protective.
an arm around your should or waist, eyes ghosting around any room you step it looking for a threat. you would think you're entering a cage of fighting lions, but no — you're just entering a supermarket. the poor other costumers were treated like missiles about to explode by him. "ki, red or green?" no response. "ki?" "hm?" he mutters, eyes still roaming around. your hands find his face, snapping him out of his haze. the moment your eyes meet he softens, sharp eyes turning big, brows relaxing. "do you want red or green grapes?" you ask again. "oh, green please." he smiles softly, eyes crinkling. but as soon as you turn to grab the grapes he snaps back to scan the room for any potential threat.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ full on gnarls when you're being bratty heheheh
he tries to be as nice to you as he can while he's balls deep inside you. poor boy gets so lost inpleasure and turns absolutely wild. he wants his hands all over you at the same time, like his hands are never in the same position for more than ten seconds. the first time you slept together he was trembling with how much he had to hold himself back, pretty boy blanked out at the feeling of your pussy around him :(( but with time you wanted to see what he's hiding, there was a little bite or choke every now and then but you want this man WILD. "can't even fuck me properly, huh?" "come on, is this all you've got?" you are an absolute manace and after the initial shock riki experienced hearing those words coming from you, his heavy breaths and choked moans were replaced by grunts as he slammed his hips against you with one smooth motion. satisfied with the sqeaky moan it got out of you, he thought this was the end – a mere little slipup on your part. but no, this only fuelled you. "what," you giggled between small gasps, "too shy to put me through the matress?" oh this was your end. within the blink of an eye he had you flipped on your stomach, legs rough nudged apart before he buries himself inside of you again. you know that he's big, i mean look at the height of him his dick was bound to be more than average, but he has never been this deep in you. for a moment you believe you've lost hearing and your brain switched off. as if you weren't in heaven enough already, the feeling of him carelessly lying on top of you, cock drilling in and out of your puffy pussy, had you speechless. "oh now you wanna shut up, hm?" he gnarls into your ear, yanking your hair back. you mouth falls open, but no words come out of it; only whines and throaty moans. "wanna act like a fucking brat but cave at the feeling of me destroying your cunt huh?" messy kisses were placed on your exposed neck, sharp fangs grazing that one sensitive spot that has you pussy flutter. pathetic whines answer him and he chuckles, " 's what i thought baby, now come on and take it."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is practically glued to you at all times.
yes, outside he's protective, rough boyfriend but once you're home? oh that boy turns to puddle around you. he's still stuck on you, but he basically clings to you like a koala. "babyyyy, can you pleaaaaase just come to the couch with me?" he whines as you fold your clothes. "ki, i told you that as soon as i'm down with this i'll be all yours." "but," he sighs, "it always takes you so long to do itttt." you'd think he hasn't seen you in days, meanwhile the only time you were separated today was when either of you went to the toilet; and even then he was outside the door yapping your ear off. your person space is his person space and he refuses to change that for a single moment of the day.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is such a cuddle bug.
the minute you lie down, he's on you. i mean full on covering every part of you, face nuzzling into your neck as his arms circle your waist. a content sigh escapes him, this is his absolute favourite thing. your smell hits his nose instantly and he can't help but try and get closer to (it's literally impossible at this point). if possible, he would crawl into your skin to discover parts of you he has yet to see. "ki that giggles." you giggle, lovingly smacking his shoulder. "mmmm, you smell so good baby." his voice barely noticeable as how closely his lips are pressed against your skin. "you've smelled me a million times before silly boy. how can you not get bored?" in the blink of an eye he sat up. he looked purely distraught. "how can you say that?" he questioned, dead serious. "if i ever happen to lose you i need to be able to find you again! your smell is key here." you stare at him, utterly baffled. a moment of silence passes, both of you just staring at each other. "i mean," you start, "you have my location at all times and you're pretty much always with me." he scoffs, "well obviously, but there's still a small chance of you getting lost or taken from me." your heart swells at his confession. "awwww, come here baby." you open your arms wide and he happily plops back down on you again. content hums leave him again, accompanied by a deep sigh. softly, your fingers start threading through his hair, earning such lovely sounding purrs from him, vibrating against your chest. "i love you so much," he mumbles sleepily, the affect hair playing as him is insane. "i love you, ki." you whisper back as he drifts off to sleep. aren't you the luckiest to have this clingy cuddly giant.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ get jealous easily :((
he would never accuse you of straying away and being not loyal. ever. if someone's eyes linger on you more than three seconds he's ready to pounce. as we've established he always has a hand on you somewhere, so obviously you're off the market! he uses his height as an advantage, no matter how tall you are, he most likely will be taller that you. looking like you shack he sends daggers across the room, eyes narrowing with anger. however, as soon as you notice and spin around, putting a hand on his cheek he turns to mush. "what's gotten you so worked up baby?" you mutter, small smile on your face. "just this guy looking at you. it's insulting to both you and me." he murmurs, but you can tell by his voice that all his attention is on you now, guy long forgotten at your display of attention. you turn, "who is it?" "red shirt." you scoff, "slimey looking thing." at that he chuckles, lips pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. "i love you, angel." you reach down, intertwining your fingers with his, "don't worry ki," you smile up at him "i'll forever and always be yours."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves innocent kisses anywhere but your lips when you're out and it's the sweetest thing.
considering how much he loves on you, you had some ground rules established. his jealous and protective nature has him on you at all times, not just his hands roaming but also his lips. if provoked, he started a full on make out in the middle of the street. anything to put those hitting or even look at you too long in their place. here comes in one the rules: no public makeouts! a little kiss, a quick peck is fine, it's welcomed. but no full on making out, no tongues intertwining. but of course the little menace finds a way to go around this rule. it started on your hand, just a kick peck to the back of your intertwined hands. next it was you cheek, then your forehead, the top of your head, your temple. if he's feeling extra cheeky he starts kissing the corner of your mouth relentlessly. he's so fucking smug about it too! "whaaaaat, i haven't done anything against the rules!" he's so fucking cute :(( he just wants to love you at all times.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ has a very sensitive nose and tends to bury it inside your neck when he gets overwhelmed
as we've established, riki adores your smell. nothing brings him nearly as much comfort as the smell of your skin. he specifically asks you not to put on any perfume or scented lotions. life gets busy and at some point everyone gets overwhelmed with it all. busy schedules, little sleep, it's all been catching up him and on a random day after running errands with you he finally gets to lay on the couch with you. yet his mind is not any busy, thoughts circling on his mind in a never-ending loop. you were focused on the show playing in the back when he suddenly nuzzles his head into your neck. at first you thought he was simply being cuddly, but he was more stiff than usual. he didn't melt into you as he usually does. "what's up, pretty boy?" you mumble as you stroke his hair. he only manages a weak hum in response. "riki are you okay?" his heart clenches at the sound of your voice. filled with so much worry, he instantly feels guilty. "no it's alright," he mutters as he sits back up again. "no, no, something's up. talk to me." taking a deep breath in as he struggles to meet your eyes. "ki," you say softly, hand reaching over to softly stroke his arm. "you can always talk to me. about anything." oh he's so in love with you, he just wants to kiss you senseless. "i know," he breathes. "i just...i don't know. life is just a lot and i cannot seem to switch my brain off." you coo, "come here my big baby." within seconds he's snuggled up against you, face in your neck again. "you smell like home." just like that; he dropped a sentence like that out of the blue. at a loss for words you can only pepper kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, clutching him extra tight.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ purrs into your pussy while he's eating you out <33
while we're on the topic of smells, this boy goes CRAZY for the smell of your pussy. first time he went down on you he came all over the sheets by just smelling you it's that serious. my boy definitely has an oral fixation, he could spend hours between your legs — and he does. from slow licks, to sloppily making out with your cunt he absolutely worships you. every time he finds himself face to face with your pussy he tries to find new ways to make you lose your mind. he's an absolute MASTER at the tongue and finger combo, scissoring his fingers inside your gummy walls as he sucks and nips at your clit. this genuinely is his favourite thing to pass the time, so it is not wonder that he eventually starts contently purring. the first time it happened you were so surprised at the extra stimulation you came instantly and boy was he proud. the low vibrations add a delicious sensation on top of his already skilled hands and tongue. he sometimes starts and stops, loving the desperate whines that leave your pretty lips, begin him to continue purring. riki gets cocky with it, but every time he goes down on you he gets to the point of his eyes firmly squeezed shut, unconsciously purring at the feeling and smell of you that consume all his senses <333
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves bites all over you while being inside of you to muffle his moans (he's still a little embarrassed <33)
big dick rik is a recurring guest on my blog, mans knows exactly what to do to get all obsessed and cock drunk I DONT MAKE THE RULES (i do but whatever). puma!ki however adds the beautiful dimension of biting <33 it started with a little nip here and there to get a reaction out of you, but the freakier the two of you got over time, the more he gets lots in pleasure and can't hold himself back. he knows you'd never judge him, in fact you encourage it, but he does feel a little embarrassed being a moaning mess when your pussy feels too good :(( so nipping turns into his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he has you on all fours, desperately trying to quieten his moans. the warm feeling of your insides has him believing he's in heaven, hips rutting into all messily...and when you moan at the feeling of his canines sinking into you?? yea the moans only get cranked up even more. the first time he drew blood he was so shocked by himself, staring at you all wide eyed :c but when you simply flip your hair over the little wound, exposing the other side of your neck and pushing his head down to meet your soft skin he's back in business.
but it doesn't even have to be the two of you hardcore going at it, it can be lovingly spooning on an early morning and he's just all sleepy still, eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being inside you first thing in the morning. the world still asleep, he buries his head in the crook of your neck (can you tell this boy has a favourite body part on you?), biting down near the pulsing vein. your little gasps and whines music to his ears, he bites down a little harder, hoping that when you leave the house later everyone can still see :(
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a very whiny boy when you go down on him :,)
do not let the propaganda fool you, this boy is so fucking vocal!!! while he does take quite a lot of the initiative when you go down on him, he lets out the prettiest sound a man has ever made. he's very big on praise, you're his precious girl and he's so thankful that you choose to pleasure him :(( "so fucking pretty huh, fuck look at you," he moans as you lick up and down his length, eyes always on him. he gets so lost in the pleasure that he has to rapidly blink, not wanting to miss a single little thing you do. if you decide to be a little tease (which you usually are) and kitty lick only his tip, refusing to touch the rest of him he falls i love with you even more. while he does have his hands entangled in your hair, he'd never force himself deeper inside of you. you do things at your own pace and he's happy to be there! so when you suddenly stop the small licks and fully take him down your throat in one motion he can't help but gasp, throaty moan following. "filthy fucking thing aren't you? jesus you're perfect." riki looks majestic like this, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving. if you moan around him it's most definitely over for him. what his purring is doing to you, your moans do it to him. that's when the whines most definitely come out and you of course love taking advantage of it. it's obscene, you bobbing your head up and down his cock, a mix of spit and precum dripping out of your mouth all over his thighs as you moan nonstop. his legs twitch at the sensation of your mouth, abs flexing every time you have his entire length down your throat. and when he gets close? best believe it's the whine olympics. the grasp on your hair tightens, sending small tingles through your scalp and down your spine. " 'm so close angel, fuck please don't stop oh my god." and with that he releases the prettiest whiny moan as he empties out his load into your mouth.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ does the cutest little head tilt at random times, blinking at you (no thoughts behind those eyes)
pretty boy spaces out every now and then, no thoughts head empty. so when you come into the room, yapping the day away he needs a second to snap out of it and when you look at him expectantly he just goes "huh?". he's so fucking cute, head cocked to the side, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. "did you hear a single thing i just said?". a snail could shake its head quicker than he did, softly blinking at you. how could yoh stay mad at him when he's looking at you like this??? "aww," you coo. "pretty boy was lost in thought weren't you." his nose crunches in fake disapproval, but deep down both of you know he loves being babied.
or sometimes he gives you the most RANDOM look of disapproval it's truly hilarious, he cannot keep a straight face at times it's so fucking endearing. "what did i do?" you ask baffled, hands thrown up in defence. the menace he can be at times he just shoots you another side eye before pulling you closer. but don't think you'll get an answer, his mind works in mysterious ways....
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ can only purr when he gets too sleepy :((
the thought of this genuinely has me tweaking out. you know when you get too tired and words turn into hums? this is him, but with purring. his head is on your chest, arms loosely around your ways, legs tangled with yours. you were just telling him about your day, nothing out of the ordinary and you knew he was tired, but this sweetheart insists on hearing all about your day. "– so i was just standing there, can you believe it?...ki?" soft vibrations make your upper body tingle. "you wanna go sleep, sweet boy?" you whisper softly but he gives you a more firm, disapproving purr. "alright alright, i'll continue." another, more soft and content purr from him. as always, your hands brush through his hair, earning a constant wave of purrs, which you notice to become more and more slower by the minute. you stop your sentence mid way, continuing to play with his blonde strands of hair. ever so softly, he gives your waist a squeeze, just to let you know a tiny part of him is still awake, an attempt to show you he's listening (or at least trying to). "i'll tell you the rest over breakfast tomorrow." you murmur, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "i love you, ki." he might be too tired for words, but that doesn't stop him from purring the sound waves of an i love you back :c
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a teasing little shit and loves to bite down on your lips.
doesn't even have to be when you're kissing NO mfer just chomps down on your lips when he feels like it! it's another thing he does when he's feeling jealous over protective. you could be out in public, just chilling at a cafe when he moves over and bites down on your bottom lip. no explanation, nothing, just a smug smile on his face as he leans back again. "what was that for you?" you look at him, puzzled. "barista drew a heart on your cup and has been looking over here." he replies with a shrug. "riki she was probably just being nice. and she could be looking at you and not me." he firmly shakes his head. "nope, she was looking at you at all times, plus there's no heart on my cup see?" he counters, shoving his cup in your face. you can't help but smile at his theatrics, leaning over the desk to give him a quick peck on the lips, one that he tries to chase with a little whine. "nu-uh," you warn. "none of that in public mister." one would think he was just denied entry to heaven with the way he started sulking.
if you ever decide to do it back, it turns into a little competition. you've heard of tickle fights, now get ready for biting fights. you would be hiding behind a corner, jumping out when he passes but you just to bite down on his plush lips. this would obviously lead into a chase through your entire flat, with him catching you 99% of the time and throwing you down on the couch. his lips are all over you then, kissing, nipping and occasionally biting down. riki loves the way you giggle and squirm at the impact, big hands trying to hold you down but never too tightly, this is far too much fun.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ randomly starts purring songs (yes purring not humming)
it had been a peaceful afternoon, just the two of you lounging around, soft kisses exchanged while lying intertwined on the couch. you were making dinner, dancing around the stove to the record playing in the back. riki hovered around you, giving you the occasional spin to see the pretty smile form in your face. stirring the pot, he stood behind you, hands obviously around your waist, chin on your head, swaying you from side to side to the music. you softly started humming along to the song when you were joined by some deeper melodies, the vibration of his purring tickling the top of your head. "what's got you all giggly?" he questions, oblivious to what he had just been doing. "your purrs were tickling me." "huh?" poor boy had no idea he started doing it, blushing slightly at his unconscious trait. another giggle escapes you, "don't worry, i don't mind it. it's like we're singing a duet in our own way!" the pure beam that was your smile made him believe his heart just stopped for a second and he could only squeeze you tighter, propping his chin back on top of your head.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a big fan of the "just five more minutes" phrase because he knows you can't resist him.
it's not news that riki is very much into physical contact, this boy is the definition of velcro. separating from you in the morning is pure heartbreak for him, he's counting down the minutes until he can see you again :( so when your alarm rings in the morning, he's all grumpy whines, refusing to ease the iron grip he has on you. "ki, i have to get ready." you mumble, voice still heavy with sleep. "noooo." he mumbles back, rolling over so that he's on top of you. " 'm not letting you go, you're all mine." it's endearing, this huge man being all clingy. "of course i am," you answer. "but i still have to get ready for work baby." protesting purrs vibrate against your collarbones as he softly nips the skin. "ten more minutes." "five." "deal." his body instantly relaxes, acting like a weighted blanket. "we always do this in the mornings, why are do you argue with me?" he murmurs into your chest and you sigh. "i have no clue if i'm being honest." at that he chuckles, "you love me soooooo bad don't you?" without missing a beat you reply, "always." you could risk being late for work a few minutes, saying no to him was just not in the cards :,)
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this has been collecting dust in my drafts for ages........it's lowkey ass and i'm repeating myself but 😞😞
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── .✦ synopsis.ᐟ you’ve always been told you’re too gentle for this world—too naive, too forgiving, too willing to bend at the will of others. when your paths cross on a rainy night after his gig, it doesn’t take long to realize yang jungwon is nothing like you. where you soften, he resists. where you stay, he pulls back. and yet, for better or for worse, you find beauty in his coldness. but after nine aching months spent tangled in jungwon’s mess, you're left to your own devices to mend all the strings he's broken.
── .✦ cw.ᐟ <- for entire series: strugglingmusician!jungwon x softhearted!reader, angst in the form of: jungwon being a cynical nihilistic pos, cruel language, mentions of reliance on alcohol and nicotine, they're lowkey situationship final boss but won is awful about it, emotional neglect, self isolation. smut in the form of: unprotected sex (use protection!!), p in v, fingering, dacryphilia, degredation, won switches from mean to gentle in the blink of an eye, oral (f & m receiving), semi public. reader is referred to as y/n, lowercase writing oops.
── .✦ a word from fawn.ᐟ໒꒱ HIIII guys *gulps*... this is my first ever multi-part fic that i've lowkey been working my ASS off on lately (but im also pro at getting side-tracked tihihihi) n e way i'm almost finishing up the first part soooo i thought why not drop a little teaser to get people intrigued hihihihi :-) im a perfectionist and always change things so the final product may not read the same BUT thats besides the point i hope u all like it kiss smooch mwah <333
the first time you met jungwon, he was slouched against the grey brick wall out behind your local pub. it was raining then– nothing worth whining about, just enough to drum softly against the overhang above him and leave a heaviness in the air. you’d stepped out for a smoke break, your girlfriends still within the warmth of the pub, likely chatting up the handsome bartender you’d left them with.
it seems you weren’t the only one in need of a cig.
jungwon stood a few feet away, a half-soaked cigarette pinched between his fingers as his lighter clicked uselessly in his hand; jaw tight, tongue pressing briefly against his cheek as though that would fix the tiny contraption. hesitating just a moment, you calmed the butterflies dancing in your stomach and moved closer.
you’d been in his shoes before, after all.
“do you need a new cigarette?”
jungwon’s head snapped towards you as you searched through your purse for the pack of marlboro reds you’d bought at the corner store earlier. the question was practically rhetorical, the only logical answer, by the looks of it at least, a resounding ‘yes!’. he stranger wasn’t quick to respond, though, your question floating in the air for a couple of seconds while he stared you down.
“wouldn’t mind that.” he finally answered, reaching his hand towards you while you fished out a cigarette from your pack for him. it was then that it hit you, although begrudgingly, that jungwon was pretty. painfully so. messy bleached hair brushed against his eyelids, a stark contrast to his skin, blessed with a warmth to it that stood out even in the dullness of the weather surrounding you. his eyes were large, brown, cat-like, and oh so captivating. you found yourself admiring his beauty for a moment too long, a fact made obvious to you by the gradual furrowing of jungwon’s thick eyebrows.
“i won’t drop this one,” jungwon uttered, tugging you out of your temporary trance.
“happens to the best of us,” offering him a small smile, you leaned against the wall next to him, leaving a couple of feet between the two of you.
it was first when your cigarette found its place between your lips that you realised you’d left your lighter back in your apartment; typical. jungwon, on the other hand, had already lit his with the busted-up lighter you saw him fumbling with earlier. taking a deep drag from his cig, he wordlessly handed you his lighter, having felt your gaze on his hand.
“thanks,” you muffled, a spark finally catching after several seconds of fighting with the lighter. “i’m y/n, by the way,” the burning taste of nicotine satiated the craving you’d had for one too many hours now as it filled your mouth and scratched at your throat.
“jungwon,” he responded, seemingly more intrigued by the rain hitting the pavement than engaging in conversation with you.
“you here with friends?” your question seemed to interest him enough for his eyes to meet yours for a few brief seconds before he returned his attention to the weather.
“no,” smoke came out in whisps through his nose as he nodded towards a sticker-clad guitar case leaning gingerly against the wall beside him, “i play gigs here sometimes.”
he definitely wasn’t one for small talk. still, you pressed on.
“that’s so cool! you must’ve finished before me and my girls came; I didn’t see you in there.”
“yeah, probably,”
your compliment must have fallen on deaf ears.
the cig found it's way between his lips again– chest expanding in a deep inhale as he turned his attention fully towards you. his eyes dragged over you– a slow, analytical scan that had your heartbeat skyrocketing despite the calming effects of nicotine.
jungwon must’ve caught on to the change in your demeanour; for what felt like the first time in your entire conversation, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. it was as if the only entertainment you’d had to offer throughout the past 5 minutes spent together was here, now, when you were shrinking in on yourself under his gaze.
“you should come around earlier next time. i finish around 7:30 PM– you’d have a good time.”
before you could open your mouth to speak, jungwon took one last inhale of his cigarette, dropping it on the ground and snuffing it out with his scruffed-up converse.
“thanks for the cig,” he muttered. you remained silent– not that saying ‘you’re welcome!’ was difficult for you, you’ve always been polite by nature, but his sudden invite left you racking through your brain for the appropriate answer.
seemingly uninterested in what you had as a response, jungwon turned around and trudged off, leaving you alone in the chill of the rain with your half-smoked cigarette and far too many thoughts about the stranger you’d just met.
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going from innocent love making to nasty fucking, like rabbits in heat. requested by anon :)
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: shyinnocent!jungwon x shyinnocent!femreader to freaky!jungwon and freaky!reader
SMUT, established relationship, little bit of fluff, loss of virginity, dom!won x sub!reader, missionary, 69, face sitting, exhibitionism, praise!kink (fem!receiving), oral (fem & male receiving), hair pulling, mention of safe word and use of tapping as safe word method, squirting, choking (fem!receiving)!, oral fixation, not proofread (2.8k words)
boyfriend!jungwon who has a reputation of being a sweetheart. big eyes and a smile that holds the power to melt the coldest glaciers. he couldn't stop blushing when he confessed his feelings to you, hands shaking while holding out the carefully picked out bouquet. even after you two got together you could feel the slight tremble of your interlinked fingers.
boyfriend!jungwon wanted to be your first time to be in missionary to see your beautiful face and make sure you're well the entire time
he asked all of his friends, went on every article that talked about "how to make your first time memorable". poor boy was haunted by anything going wrong in his sleep, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect since it was both of yours first times :( when it actually happened he was so so nervous, every second sentence was a "are you sure this is okay?" or "do you want to stop?". he's just so unbelievably happy that you feel safe enough to let him see you like this oh my sweet boy :( hearing your small little gasps turning into shy moans did things to him (and his dick) that he didn't even knew were possible. it was incredibly vanilla, shy kisses, innocent touches and small giggles but it was sweet and perfect. afterwards he held you closer than he's ever done before, lips never leaving your cheek or temple. he's full on nuzzling you, he gets incredibly clingy :')
boyfriend!jungwon who goes on reddit deep dive with you after you tried the #basics
yes, he enjoyed a good missionary fuck or the occasional cowgirl. it's nice, it's intimate and he loves it. BUT he cannot stop wondering what more there is to try. so one night, when you two were just laying on the couch, your head rested against the crook of his neck, just dozing away he opens up reddit. "baby," he presses a little kiss on your head and you stir, "come look at this." you turn — and are greeted with 50 positions that you HAVE to try with your partner. "what on earth is a maternity- no wait mating press?" you mumble and he shrugs. one google search later, both of your eyes were wide open. "i am....." he starts. "...intruiged." you finish his sentence. you two eye each other, smiled spreading on both of your faces before you jump up and run to the bedroom.
boyfriend!jungwon cannot stop giggling at first when you try new positions.
the first time you tried 69 mans was GIGGLING into your pussy, the position was too silly to him. "won be serious, this was your idea." you mumble, hand squeezing his cock and he moans. " sorry baby, i just keep thinking of the memes." now, you can't have this man thinking about memes when your pretty pussy hovers rights above him so without further thought you just sit down on him — no warning and his face has become your seat. and jungwon enters heaven, his nose on your clit, mouth on your precum drenched cunt and all thoughts of unseriousness GONE! and when your mouth simultaneously is in his dick, moaning around because he's absolutely devouring you and slobbering your juices (it's literally running down his chin YUM) he only gets more eager, licking away at your folds and you meet him with enthusiastic bobs of your head and tongue swirls around his dick <33
another time, the position didn't even have a name, he eventually just got incredibly creative with it. it seemed like it was his mission to bend your body and intertwine himself with you until you couldn't be untangled. your head flat on the bed, body half twisted, you couldn't even decipher where one of his legs is. his hand was, the romantic that he is, entangled with yours and you give it a slight tug. "wonie, baby, i don't know if this is working." you giggle and his head snaps up. "you're not feeling good, baby?" worry coated his voice and you melted. "no, i just can't really feel you IN me babe." his face drops and he immediately detangles himself from you "now we can't have that," he mumbles, "need you fucking filled with me." he's dead serious and it's the most hilarious thing you've seen. "you won't be laughing for long..." he mutters, sly grin on his face. that man will devote his life to get you moaning and begging.
boyfriend!jungwon who keeps a list of things to try and literally whips it out when you're about to get down and dirty lol
"wait, baby" he pants into your ear as he has you pressed against the glass window that over looks the city. exhibitionism was on the list today and he has you high up against the window, technically for the entire city to see. "let me just..." he reaches back, cock still drilling into you as he reaches for his phone. it looks absolutely ridiculous, he's absolutely destroying your insides with his tongue poking out since his face id isn't working. "there." he exclaims with joy, you feel his hand tangling your hair and a tug. the delicious sting of your pulled hair and the feeling of him deep inside you earning eager moans from you. "there we fucking go, princess. don't you just look fucking gorgeous falling apart on me." which brings me to the next point!!
boyfriend!jungwon loves to praise you and goes absolutely feral when you get more vocal at his sweet degration
it started out innocent. he simply wanted to make sure you knew how nice you feel, how much he loves you. but with more filthy positions came more swear words from him, so a "gosh you're so pretty, you feel so good for me" turned into a "you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen, sweet pussy made for my cock, look at you swallowing me. you love going dumb on my cock don't you baby?". ughhh and you whine so deliciously, head shyly turning away, which he cannot tolerate, so he grabs your face, more roughly than he anticipated but when he noticed you moaning at the feeling of his fingertips digging into the flesh of your cheek, he discovered something new about you. from that moment on he makes it his mission to make you moan a little louder than last time, adding another finger, stimulating your clit in a different way or licking and sucking away at the sweet spot on your neck :3 he especially loves making you loud in places where you SHOULDN'T be loud, he loves the thrill. getting caught is not something he wants, you're for his eyes only but it's a nice little challenge he likes to give you. because sweet girls who do well get extra sweet treatment ><
boyfriend!jungwon feels like he just committed treason when you end up not liking something new :(
turns out you don't like something and he full on stops "do you want some space?" immediately withdrawing any skin contact, "no, no won i want you, this just wasn't it for me today. maybe some other time?" you pout, guilt eating away at you. "baby, hey," he coos, hands cradling your face. "you never have to feel bad for saying no, i need you to tell me when even the slightest thing doesn't feel right for you, otherwise i don't have fun either. this is a you and me thing." leaning in, he peppers a few kisses across your cheek and nose, making you giggle. "what does my sweet girl want to do, hm? want me to eat you out so you run your pretty little head off?" at that your eyes sparkle and he grins. big hands guide you to lay flat on your back as he positions himself between your knees. soft kisses adore your inner thighs as he makes his way to your dripping hole.
boyfriend!jungwon who then made you sit down and have a chat about a safe word!
whether that is pineapple, the colour system or tapping. he doesn't care WHAT you choose as long AS you choose and use it! and when you used it for the first time he was filled with so much love and pride. you were giving him the blowjob of the century, literally he was grabbing onto the wall, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. he was so lost in the feeling that without thinking, one hand flew down to your hair as he pulled your head closer, his cock impossible deep inside your throat as he snaps his hips toward. you've had him down your throat before (he did lowkey train you) but at some point it's bound to be on much. your moans turn into mumbles as you try to mutter out your discomfort, brain turning into mush at the overstimulation :( weakly, you hit the inside of his thigh a few times, getting his attention. he immediately snaps out of it, releases your hair and slowly pulls out of you to make sure the sudden rush of air doesn't overwhelm you. and yes, he loves to see you pathetic for him, but the sight of you coughing repeatedly makes him so upset. tears fill HIS eyes as he crouches down to your level to scoop you into his arms. "i'm so sorry angel, i should've held back." he mumbles into your hair as he softly strokes it, rocking you back and forth. you manage a hum, throat still to sore to speak and he feels his heart break. he blames himself so much :(( "i'm so proud of you for using our safety methods baby, you did so so well." a thousand kisses adore your forehead. " 's okay wonie" you mumble back, sleepy from the whole experience. "i know you didn't mean to." sweet boy picks you up and carries you to the bed. he watches you drift off to sleep in his arms, checking on the outside for any bruises or scratches. only when he saw tho injuries he allows himself to drift off too, arms tightly wrapped around you and face in your neck, breathing in the smell of you he oh so loves.
boyfriend!jungwon has an obsession with squirting, as soon as he knew it was possible it has become his life mission to find the quickest way to drain all liquid from you.....
the first time it wasn't planned, really it had been quite innocent. after a long day, jungwon just couldn't wait to be inside you and forget about the world for a few hours. everyone had been pissing him off, your pussy the only remedy. one orgasm turned into two and he showed absolutely no signs of stopping. "wonie, 's too much." you lulled out, drunk on the sting of his cock nudging your insides. "i know baby, just one more" he whispered, lips brushing your ears. "i know you can do that for me, hm?" he knew that you'd do anything to make him proud, so you clutched him a little tighter and focused on the hot sensation bubbling up in your abdomen. what you didn't expect, was for him to suddenly press his thumb to your already sensitive clit, rubbing deliberate circles onto the soft bud. your back arched, chest meeting his as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder. "ngh—won! wait," you squealed. "fuckkk, baby you clench so fucking nicely around me." he groaned, lips messily meeting yours, eagerly hushing your desperate gasps and whimpers. "something—, something feels different." you gasp and before you knew it the coil in your stomach snapped and warm liquid spilled down both of your thighs. jungwon stopped all his movements, eyes focused on your pulsing pussy as you writhe around the bed. still in a haze, you looked at him with frightened eyes. "i'm so sorry..." you choked out. "don't know what happened i couldn't stop it i swear!" he still didn't say anything and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. that finally made him snap out of his own haze. "holy shit baby, you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen." his lips met the soft flesh of you chest as he started peppering kisses up to you neck, nipping at it slightly. "you know what you just did? i read about this." he mumbled and you shook your head. "think you just squirted baby, that's like...the biggest fucking compliment ever." your eyes meet and he almost cooed at your innocent expression, teary eyes making you look like an absolute doll. "baby, nooo, you did well, i'm not mad i'm so sorry!" he added, rolling you over so you were on top of him. "sorry my angel, i just didn't expect you to do that." he whispered, playing with a lock of your hair. "didn't know what was happening," you mumbled into his chest and he felt his heart swell. "must've been so scary for you baby, but you did so so well. you could never do anything to upset me angel, okay?" "mhm" you mumble back sleepily, the weight of your orgasm still tingling on your tired out limbs. little did you know that while you were drifting off to dreamland he was thinking how he can get you to do that again next time. oh you were in for a very fun time.
so this one was initiated by you by pure accident. jungwon had your legs bent to your chest as if they were out of jelly while drilling into your poor pussy at a brutal pace (you love it) and you tried your best to hang on to him — which happened to be his neck. you were mindlessly grabbing around, looking for any stability, and your hands instantly wrapped around his neck. without meaning to you squeezed it and jungwon let out the most delicious moan you've heard in a long time. in your fucked out state you didn't even realise what he responded to and just gave him a puzzled look. he didn't even give you a verbal answer, too shocked at the new sensation he was feeling and just put his hand over yours in his neck — only then did you realise what you did. "you like that?" you moaned out, not even seductive on purpose, but he goes wild. the hand on your hip tightened, his own hips snapping into yours even quicker. what stared out as innocent grabbing on him for stability now turned into his hand also finding your throat to keep you from being bratty. in the end it just turned both of you on even more; your brattiness and his desire to keep you in line. it was one of those moments where jungwon realised just how much you both have grown together and gotten insanely fucking freaky :p
boyfriend!jungwon found out he has an oral fixation at the same time you did you have one too.
he sort of trained it into you, without meaning. in the most innocent ways he told you to lick the batter off his finger, wipes the dripped ice cream from your chin and told you to clean it off — it had all been truly innocent! he loved the feeling of your lips on him, it had a peaceful kind of possession attached to it and an incredibly deep connection of trust!! he found his fingers slip near your lips during cuddle sessions, loving how you teasingly bite or nip at the skin. long fingers loving squished your cheeks, slipping into the warmth of your mouth. for him, he loved having his mouth ON you!! it didn't even have to be a kiss, just simply resting his lips against your skin was enough. he was the one that nibbled and licked away at your skin, loving the way you squeaked at the tickling sensation :,) eventually it would also definitely find its way into your sex life. let it be you choking the life out of him as he had you sucking on his fingers — it drove both of you INSANE! he would be eating you out for hours, juices running down your legs and when you eventually have given him the nth orgasm of the day he dips his fingers into your heat, collecting the wetness and slipping it into his mouth. seeing your hazy eyes sparkle at his gesture he repeats the action but guides your juices on his fingers to your mouth. as you now clean your own slick off his fingers, twirling you tongue around the bud of his fingertips, his lips are on you again. kissing, licking, sucking and nipping away at the soft flesh of your body. it was his way of saying that you, your trust, your love. it calmed both of you such innocent way in the end. yes you both love to get down and dirty, any position at any time but you have established such a beautiful trust between each other :(
ʟɪɴꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: innocent to freaky won has a special place in my heart, pls meet me in my bed !
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⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ a little celebratory post because i finished my assignment and am on break! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- hoping to post more in the futue but for now, please enjoy the fruits of my #wonrot, much loveeeee! <333
The end of your workday isn't meant to pan out like this. Still in the mid-thigh length skirt your boss ogles you in with not-so whispers exchanged by co-workers in the background, two buttons down with legs stretched beneath your coffee table, empty cans and glass of beer and soju cluttering the wooden appliance. Music's playing, softly from Jungwon's phone amidst the mess, something loaded in his gaze each time your head tips back to sink back another shot.
He shows up unannounced, not impressed with the ease you brush his texts off with, holding the convenience store bag filled with tonight's drinks of choice, leaned against your door like he has every right to be there.
"Like you haven't gone to work hungover before," he laughs, a half-hearted eye roll sent your way as you unlock your door. "Let's catch up. I've missed you."
He has the kind of charm unlocking places your life only glimmers at through hard work, his view earned with nothing but ease - the same ease that carries him through your shoe-box apartment like it's his, well-acquainted with you and your space for all the years you've been friends.
Friends ─ that's what all it should be between you. But as the night unravels, tension unwinding from your shoulders, a warm alcohol blanket steadily layering over you, the concept is just that. Not a law, not something that dictates your life, but something to deconstruct. Tear apart to see if this is really all you're meant to be.
"That's gross!"
What's usually mixed with chopsticks, is mixed with Jungwon's fingers, index and middle finger dipped into the tequila and strawberry-flavoured beer and soju respectively. It usually hits the spot, just not like this.
"It gets the job done," Jungwon laughs like he's done no wrong, licking his fingers off while looking straight at you. You turn away without meaning to. "Since when did you care for my germs?"
A front steals your real words from you, feigned appalled knitting your brows as you say, "Since I learned about cooties millennials ago,"
"Wow," he leans closer to the table, placing the polished bottles onto the floor, veins ribbing the expanse of his arms. "Really showing your age, huh?"
He knows you, knows how you'll react, rolling his eyes with you with more apparent amusement that's tucked away in your small smile, tissue in his hand used to scrub away at the new circular design accenting your coffee table.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I mean─"
"Just because the wrapper is wrinkled, doesn't mean the candy isn't sweet," you relay the terrible pick-up line with him, two year difference affording you all the jokes he has to get under your skin. You think he does it on purpose.
"Jungwon, when will your source for pick-up lines upgrade from a Tiktok comment section?"
"When they don't work on you," he says like it's nothing, closed mouth smile coming with its dimple. Your eyes attempt a graze that doesn't linger too long.
"You said it yourself, it was a pick-up line."
"Well yeah, because it is one. But that's not─" when did the conversation get here? Less bridged on the perimeters of a joke, and more like a real thing you've swept under a rug. "This isn't what this is."
He peers up at you with sharp eyes, light dimmed in them as he responds.
"Underlying sexual tension?" he asks, tongue poking through his cheek in nonchalance. "There's plenty of that."
You can't believe your ears.
He's joking. Surely, he is. His humour's always been twisted that way.
"What?"
"Ambiguity, possibilities, whatever pretty word you wanna use," his fingers circle the rim of his glass, concoction ready as his gaze stays there, unaware of the slow unravelling before him. "You may act oblivious now but we both know what you go to bed thinking about."
You're sputtering at this point, hot under your collar for an answer you haven't had time to prepare. "Yeah, what fucking office war I'm going to walk into tomorrow. Not─"
"My fingers in your mouth?"
The room goes eerily quiet, his playlist having come to an end with no suggestions after the fact. The world tilts a bit off its axis, not as you once remember when you're looking right at what you've known your whole life as your friend. The guy that got the boys off your back in primary school, the teenager who slept in your bed without so much as a blink from your parents, the guy that's been more question marks than answers as adulthood wears you down, shocking you into the reality of everything not being as good as you imagined.
Draining work, long commutes, small social circles, sleazy men.
It gets to a point.
"Jungwon,"
"Oh, must've a nerve," he chuckles darkly, so lax in a situation that's anything but. "It's okay, I'm offering them to you anyways,"
His fingers dip into the drink again, stir less frantic and more calculated this time as a current generates around him, coating his skin with the liquid he offers with no glass in hand.
"Here," his arm stretches over the table, eating away at the space between you, fingers dangerously hovering near your mouth. "Have a taste. It's my best creation yet."
You must've drank more than you knew, because through the partial buzz of your mind simultaneously running 100 miles per minute, consideration threads through. Entertains the thought of lowering your jaw and letting his fingers fill you, eyes dead set on him as one of your late night fantasies lives out its far-fetched reality. It's enticing, every part of your body singing to give in but what's short-term fun for long-term loss? Ruining the comfort coming with the confinement of just friends? Losing the other half of your heart because you've never been good at this, the unknown?
"A lot of racket's going on in that pretty head of yours," Jungwon observes, still offering his fingers but with a more thoughtful look. Dissecting you with his eyes. "I can at least assure you this won't change anything."
"Just everything."
"We've done a lot worse through the years," he refers to more platonic situations ─ him holding your hair while you vomited in a bush outside a house party. Other friendly situations your mind zips through, trying to hinge onto because they're slipping through your fingers.
"Go on. Be good and have a taste."
You're a creature of habit, born and bred that way as you seek his eyes for clarity. The syrup of his eyes usually come with reason, but they're closed off now, embracing the sole decision only you can make.
The kitchen light flickers, on its last legs as your lips part, trembling with caution but still opening up to him, tongue laid flat in waiting. Shaky pupils bore into his, heart threatening to burst out the bruised cage of your chest as you watch him gulp something down - tension - and then they're there, in your mouth, fingerpads pushing down on your tongue as your lips close around them.
It's the single most erotic thing you've ever done and some shame attempts to prickle up at you, if not for the trance Jungwon seeps into as he observes you hum around his fingers, still unsure but still tasting because he's offered. The citrus notes of the tequila-beer come first, a sharp strawberry note hitting like an afterthought from the mixed soju, sickeningly sweet. You seek more in silence, tongue swirling around the two fingers soaked in your saliva, chest heaving as the length of his fingers fills your mouth. Teeth imprint on his bottom lip, hinging on all the self-restraint he can muster while his fingers still push for more.
An instinct comes into play, a gag forcing your throat to close and it makes you moan, face screwed up, all for him to see and hear.
You pry first, jerking your head back with cheeks rivalling the Sun's surface.
No one speaks for some time, your eyes trained on the hickory wood floor beneath you, willing the heat of the moment to cool and for a sliver of normalcy to come back.
It never does.
Instead, he stands. Sparking a flood of sharp regret and mortification in you, only for him to pad over to your side of the table, footsteps thudding as he shuffles right to you, hands hot on your back as he nudges you forward, allowing him the space behind you on the couch you'd sat against. You still do now, but in the perimeters of his spread thighs, every cell in your body so painfully aware of his demanding presence and the short cycle of your breath.
Warmth engulfs your back, his presence raising the hairs along your nape as his thighs cushion your arms. You mean to squirm, bat away flustered lashes with a boulder-sized block of tension in your throat, but you're frozen. Attuned to every movement as he makes himself comfortable behind you, weathered couch leather whining before a small exhale exits his own lips. It's assured, so calm and collected in clear contrast of the shell of yourself you are, shoulders hunched like you'll shrivel into a ball of shame, consumed in everything he does when he hasn't done his worst.
Fresh linen follows him to you, his body leaned against the back of your head as he reaches for the deserted concoction on the coffee table, oakwood glass-rimmed in a stain it won't forget. Tawny in colour, foam floats above the liquid courage, glass more full than empty. His inner arm grazes past your ear the way there and back, stray hair pulled in the motion. He tucks it behind your ear without a word.
"It's not my fingers, but it should still hit the spot," his voice carries in the sterile silence of your home, walls shrinking into themselves as the cup comes to your face, his hands large and dangerously veined. "Tilt your head back."
Your heart skips three separate beats, lurched into the bruising of your chest as the words swim around you, coaxing you so sweetly you can't help but respond, wordless as your head tips up near the ceiling, abandoned fan an asthmatic's worst nightmare with all its dust but all you really see is him. Dark eyes dropped down to yours, the pull of smugness leaving his lips lopsided. A hand swallows the column of your neck, light pressure to the glass rim pressed against your lips, waiting for your next move.
"Open up for Won."
The glass in the plush of your lips tugs with a shred of impatience, but your jaw drops within a disgraced second, the malt heavy on your tongue as it streaks down your throat, his fingertips nudging into the skin. Your throat works against his palm as the strawberry hits again, amounting to an appetiser as he pulls back quickly after with a groan, a murmured "fuck," under his breath.
Remnants are still on your lips, licked away by the slow glide of your tongue. Before your brain commutes facing your defiled living room, Jungwon edges back into your vision, throat bobbing with the last of the drink he's sipped. However composed he makes himself out to be, you can tell. The creeping blush scaling his neck, rosy cheeks not holding themselves back from their bunch, hair tousled with a mouth shaped in mischief. His eyes too, you don't see them like you normally do, but you can tell ─ they're different. Softly glossed over with some sharp beneath, intense enough to make your idle hands twitch before he speaks.
"I know what'll make it taste better," an undercurrent of amusement hints behinds his words, eyebrows raised in a teasing offer. "Trust me, you'll want it."
You're a fool for your blind trust, Jungwon nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing as the chuckles escape him, jawline catching the fluorescent lighting turned on with a quiet hum, glass half empty as he saves some for himself and─
His other hand, resting peacefully on your shoulder ─ a silent but leaden presence ─ scampers to hold the bottom of your jaw, thumb on your lip to pry it open. Anticipation snaps your spine rigid, heartbeat muffling all your auditory senses as Jungwon's face lowers down to yours, lip corners sharp with a shit-eating grin before his mouth opens, the drink running down your tongue and pooling near your throat. Surprise echoes at the back of it, a jerk of your body with clawing nails into the wooden floor, not even caught off-guard by his actions but your own reaction. Walls clenching desperately down onto nothing, pooled slick pushed out into the mess of your underwear as your nipples peak through your thin shirt. The drink is a mouthful, throat occupied with the whine it sings as you look up at Jungwon with those desperate eyes, looking at him like he's your own saviour when his smirk is nothing but sin. His hand shadows your throat again, other hand deserting the empty glass onto the couch to give your nipple a mean pinch, whine reverberated as he sinks down to your level.
One command follows. Measured and simple.
"Swallow."
You work to comply, even if the lust drowning you makes your skin overheat beyond measure, throat bobbing as the drink disappears in a series of gulp. The last drop goes down the wrong pipe, enough for an in-mouth cough that waters your eyes, lashes drenched.
Jungwon just watches.
Feels the way the liquor travels before his fingertips ache for flesh, hooking into skin before sinking, closing around the column of your throat, making it a bit harder to breathe. He watches your breath hitch, quiver in a missable moan if not for keen ears, teeth indented into his bottom lip as you lose your head with him, heels skidding off wooden floors made slippery by your pantyhose. Something claws out your chest, a desire to have him in more ways than one and it stays the longer he has you like this, watching your hips buck and body shake before his hand eventually relinquishes.
The anchoring hand finds its way back to your shoulder, a quiet calm as you regain your breath, chest moving in slumps and rises as you blink the tears away. Your body doesn't feel like yours anymore, rife with electricity hot-wired to the man grabbing your jaw again, that soft glaze in his eyes gone with the worst on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm gonna rip that sorry nylon off you," he whispers, grip firm, face inching impossibly close to yours. So close to kiss, to touch. "Bend you over and fuck you. Do you understand me?"
Your ears ring like church bells, shiver racked right through your body docile in his hold, only having the presence of mind to nod. "Use your words."
"Yes, yes," you pant, voice trembling with inescapable need. "Please, please. I need it, I need you."
A pause fills with him staring at you, over your quivering body and raw need searching for his, the press of his lips immediate gratification as he gruffs out a, "I do too."
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engenes behaviour is absolutly humiliating i cant believe it got to the point where jay basiclly had to tell yall to stfu on his BIRTHDAY!!! the ONE day of the year that gets to be all ab him and u fuck it up. PLEASEE get it tgt
Jay did a live today and instead of being able to fully celebrate it with engenes, some of you decided it was a great time to mention “enhypen is 6 / enhypen is 7”. I don’t care where you stand, as long as you support them, but commenting those type of stuff in Jay’s birthday live is so disrespectful and insensitive.
We don’t know what’s really happening behind cameras, what the situation really is, so why are people still blaming the members?? If you were a true engene, you wouldn’t be posting those kind of comments, especially in someone’s birthday live.
Jay took his time to do a live, even though he could’ve chosen not to, and you guys basically ruined it by bringing a topic up that I’m sure they know about.
Please be mindful next time you make comments like that, I understand your frustration but again, taking it out on the members is wrong and disrespectful.
Hopefully now that Jay brought the topic up (basically forced to) I hope you wake up and realize that this is definitely not frustrating for you, but for the members as well.
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